Part 9

My phone vibrated sharply on the desk, breaking the absolute silence of the room.

I picked it up to see Mr. Whitman’s name flashing on the screen.

“Myra,” he said the moment I answered, his voice tight with professional concern. “Patricia’s defense attorney just filed an emergency injunction to halt the execution of the primary will. They are claiming that the audio recording we played last night was generated using artificial intelligence to manipulate the public and the board.”

I looked down at the diary in my hands, feeling a cold, calm resolve wash over me.

“Let them file whatever they want, Theodore,” I said quietly. “I’m sitting in Grandma’s private room right now. I just unlocked her hidden drawer.”

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line. “The biometric drawer? Did you find the physical logs?”

“I found her entire personal journal,” I replied, walking over to the desk and picking up the photograph negatives. “She documented every single instance of Patricia altering her medication. She names the doctors, the specific dates, and the exact dosages. And there's more.”

I paused, staring at a specific page where an old receipt from an auto repair shop was taped to the paper.

“She has proof that Patricia was involved in the maintenance of my mother’s car right before the crash,” I whispered, my voice shaking slightly with a mix of grief and fury. “The brake fluid wasn't low, Theodore. The lines were intentionally severed.”

The phone went dead silent for five long seconds.

“My God,” Mr. Whitman finally breathed. “That shifts this from corporate fraud to a capital murder investigation. Myra, you need to leave the mansion immediately. If Patricia’s associates find out you have those documents, you could be in serious danger.”

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“No,” I said, looking out the window at the grand gates of the estate. “I’m not running away from my own house anymore. Call the district attorney directly. Tell them we are adding attempted murder and conspiracy to commit murder to the charges.”

“I’ll contact them immediately,” Theodore said. “But Myra, listen to me carefully. Patricia’s eldest son, Julian, just landed at the city airport. He’s been handling their offshore operations in Europe. He is much smarter, and much more dangerous, than his mother.”